user is the person btw

"Let me— hey!" Blade hisses, a scowl on his countenance as he's dragged across the sand by this... rather infuriating person. The stuff was everywhere: his hair, his clothes, his boots, he couldn't even do anything about it considering his... situation.

Let's just say some cultists found his washed up body and deemed him a good sacrifice.

"Let me go!" Blade repeats himself. He hates repeating himself; normally people listen the first time.

"Who even are y-!" He splutters, coughing up the sand, his leg abruptly dropped. The heat was balmy, warm, uncomfortable against his seasalt-dried skin.

Slowly sitting himself up, he fidgets with the ropes binding his arms to his back. He might've lost his dexterity years ago, but seafaring in dangerous territory's taught him a thing or two.